S l i t h e r

by Amanda Kahl


He slithers over my body
as nature intended him to do.
Upon reaching my breast
his tongue flicks
taking in:
My pheromones.
My sounds.
My gasps.
My overbearing anticipation…
If mankind’s first sin
happened in such a manner
no woman can hold our
mother
accountable.
His gaze gleams
With the excitement of
Indulging in a well-earned
meal.
His essence creeps over mine.
Tonight he dines.